The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-10-15


ing and apparently coming nearer each
other, all in his rear. The poor trav-
eler heartily wished he had needed the
advice of his landlord. which he now.
alas! too lately discovered was kindly
given. Soon that frightful and ominou'
cry known rs the chase war whbor
sounded far and wide through the sur
rounding forest, enough to strike terror
to the stoutest heart.
Casting hasty glance to his rear he
discovered the whole pack in full chase.
The horse now began to run at the tor
of his speed, but his master soon found
him no match for these bloodthirsty
wretches. encumbcrrd AS he was with Q
weight of at least over 200 pounds.
Drawing one Of his pistols as they
neared him he fired random shot
among the pack. A quick, short yelp
or kind of scream told that his shot had
taken effect, causing halt.
The entire pack pitched upon their
wounded comrade, tearing him in
shreds, and devoured him piecemeal.
Meanwhile our hero made the most Of
his time. cheering his now frantic
horse until he almost seemed to fly. But
this availed but little, as he was soon
again overiaken. The wolves com.
pletely maddened by the taste of blood,
now became more fierce than before.
He now fired his remaining pistol,
which was disposed of in the same
manner as the first. Could he have
but maintained a running fight in this
manner by reloading he could possibly
have gained the open country' but this
was before the days of revolvers, re-
peating rifles and breech-loaders. Be-
side, in his agitation, thinking his
pistol of no further use after being dis.
charged, they were thrown away as
useless.
What to do now was hard ques.
ton. Both pistols gone, and wolves
all around him, miles from the open
country or any shelter or habitation
The noble beast now began 70 pant for
breath, and as he imagined, TO falier in
his gait. The wolves were swapping
on either side of him, swapping at his
legs and the tanks of his horse.
Knowing that he couldn't hold out
much longer at this rate of speed, he,
in his affection for his faithful steed,
was actuated by the thought of sever.
ing the girths of his saddle, throwing
himself among his savage pursuers,
and thereby giving his companion a
chance for his life. Patting his arched
neck he exclaimed: Poor, Pompey, ]
fear they will pick your bones to.
nghtr'
The wolves had now got in advance
of the horse, some jumping for his nose
and throat, while others were trying to
seize him by the hamstring. their dis
tended eyebals flashing fire, and their
horrid fangs glistening in the moon
light
He was about to give over in dispair,
when, like shock of electricity, the
thought came to his mind, his snuff
box! To think was TO act Being an
inveteratc snuff taker, and being quite
an epicure in that way. he had taken
the precaution before leaving home 10
provide himself with a package Of
prime old Macaboy. Selling his sad
lie bags, he tore them open, crushed
the package at grasp, and cast the
in their upturned faces.
The scene that followed beggars de-
'cription. All the fiends of the Internal
region let loose could never more than
equal it. A momentary silence and
then with an unesrthly cry of mingled
age and pain they abandoned their
object of pursuit and pitching into each
other they commenced tearing and
lighting in the most horrid manner.
The horse continued his fight, soon
at farm house, where every
attention was paid to both horse and
'ider that kindness and their limited
means could furnish.
The next day, the horse seeming
jaded, he concluded to stop
ew days and recruit; also try and re.
cover lost property. his money, pistol,
clothes and papers of much value all
,eing gone. Accompanied by two of
he neighbors he returned to the scene
# his adventures. All his lost proper
y was found Just where it was drop
,ed. but the scene of the conflict was
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